Art SubmissionsArt Rules: Users can submit more than one entry. Digital/Traditional will receive same prize.Content: Anything with Lumina and/or Rionheart. If you are drawing both, please make it cutesy and couple-like! If just Lumina by herself, you can do whatever you like.Clothes: You DO NOT have to draw the mage clothes like in the reference. You can draw any mixture of cash clothes, or any casual wear.Suggested Clothes: For couple/Lumina I like the school outfit. If you draw Lumina by herself, I want the Ice Queen cash shop outfit.

Fanfiction SubmissionsFanfiction Rules: Fanfictions needs to be a minimum of 1000 words. I don't want some "chatspeak" fanfiction, rather paragraphs using big words! The more the better, of course. You can add your characters and other people. Email the submissions to "tomari_chan@hotmail.com" and title it "Fanfiction submission." Remember to include your in-game name and forum name.Fanfiction Genre: Comedy/Smut (YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN)I need at least (15) entries for the prizes listed below. By the end of the contest, if I do not meet the quota, either time will be extended or prizes will be lowered.

Rionheart's dry bone wings fluttered gently as he lowered onto his back on the soft, pink bed sheets.

"Relax," Lumina whispered softly as she pulled up the second of her school uniform socks, then reaching a hand over to push his chest down in a gentle, yet forceful way so that he would be fully on his back.

He was forced into silence with this. Like a chain lock on a door that does not vehemently deny your entry, but instead reveals a small pressure implying the futility of your attempts, he was silent.

EDIT: FINE MORE

No one would be coming around this evening. Not while the Emporia War was happening. Yes, Lumina thought, no one will interrupt this lovely evening. Outside, even this far away at the MyHome they had built together, the loud cheering and jolting sounds of Emporia could be heard. The gladiatorial event sent a livewire through the veins of all of the continent of El Grego. No one could imagine, and rightfully so, that this evening, something magnificent would take place elsewhere. After all, who would miss Emporia? God forbid two members of Soul go off on their own on this evening. Yes, all of it worked in her favor. Isolated but burning, this MyHome would be as spectacular as Emporia itself.

Rionheart's eyes met the ceiling. Cupcake wallpaper decorated it as the ceiling fan spun a wicked breeze onto his cheeks. And then Lumina's hand appeared over his eyes and then--darkness.

The poor soulcraft vendor fell forward. In her back, an emerging icicle, blade of malice and cruel intent. The smile she wore was twisted and burned onto her face like newspaper print. The body shook once in death throe spasms once when it hit the ground and then ceased moving forever.

"Hello, little girl."

The blue hair and rusty armor carved from the bones of a dark dragon spoken of in the basement of the legendary mansion to the east donned a chilling face. The blue eyes were like winter in her cells.

Paris smiled wickedly. "What do you think of my furniture?" she said. She hopped onto the dragon's back. "This will be my piece for this game!"

The lone Dragoon glared at her. "This is no good. Definitely no good. I won't accept this twisted story!" he yelled, pointing an aimed finger at Paris. She rode the dragon down and had it step on the corpses of the fallen Invoker who had accompanied him up Drakos tower. She was long dead and would no longer revive. Out of feathers, the endless Invoker would not get up again.

But the witch did not care. She had the Invoker's body crushed and burned and cackled the whole while. "What will you do, Dragooooon? She died, didn't she?" And following was an even more horrific cackle.

He was in tears. "I won't accept that you did this! There's no way a witch like you exists! Or dragons! I'll find the truth of how she died for myself!"

"Wasn't it my magic? What could you propose she died from!? Here, I will speak only the truth in red. You may speak a proposed truth in blue. I'll start: Your Invoker friend is dead!" Paris responded in maniacal glee.

"Then say you killed her in red with magic!" he yelled up at the dragon-riding witch. "That'd be no fun," she responded.

"My Invoker friend fell to her death from the top of Drakos, where we found nothing! You don't exist at the top, it was empty. And she fell off and died." he yelled, desperate

"But I exist right here on top of Drakos. And her corpse is up here. How did it get up here if it fell?"

"I dragged it up here by myself--refighting all 50 of the bosses, even WOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAARGH Antares!

"Her HP is full!"

OH GOD CLIFFHANGER

Okay that was a total ripoff of something and it was an inside joke. Please ignore.